 | Edward Bysshe - 1710 - 620 стор.
...Stretch'd at my Length beneath fome blafted Oak, I lean my Head upan the mofly Bark, And look juft of a Piece, as I grew from it. My uncomb'd Locks, matted like Mifletoe, Hang o'er my hoary Face : The Herd come jumping by me, And fearlefs quench their Thirft while I look on, And take me for their... | |
 | John Dryden - 1717 - 464 стор.
...Stretch'd at my Length beneath fome blafted Oak, 1 lean my Head upon the moffy Bark, And look juft of a Piece, as I grew from it: My uncomb'd Locks, matted like Mifleto, Hang o'er my hoary Face; a murm'ring Brook. Runs at my Foot. Vm. Methinks I fancy My felt"... | |
 | John Bell - 1776 - 382 стор.
...at my length beneath fome blafted oak, I lean my head upon the mofly bark, And lookjuft of apiece, as I grew from it : My uncomb'd locks, matted like...o'er my hoary face; a murm'ring brook Runs at my foot 4 Vent. Methinks, I fancy 4 Myfelf there too. ' Ant. The herd come jumping by me, ' And fearlefs, quench... | |
 | John Bell - 1780 - 382 стор.
...grew from it : My uocomb'd locks, matted like mifllctoe, Hang o'er my hoary face; a murm'ring broolu Runs at my foot ' Vent. " Methinks I fancy " Myfelf...And fearlefs quench their thirft while I look on, " And take me for their fellow-citizen. " More of this image, more; it lulls my thoughts." \_Soft mujlck... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 476 стор.
...Stretch'd at my length beneath fume blafted oak, I lean my head upon the mofly bark, And look juft of a piece as I grew from it : My uncomb'd locks, matted like midetoc, Hang o'er my Hoary face; a murm'ring brook Runs at my f<jot Vf'ií. Metlunks, I farcy .Viví.... | |
 | Susanna Centlivre - 1797 - 462 стор.
...Stretch'd at my length beneath some blasted oak, I lean my head upon the mossy bark, And look just of a piece as I grew from it : My uncomb'd locks, matted like mistletoe, Hang o'er my hoary face ; a murm'ring brook Runs at my foot Vent. " Methinks I fancy " Myself... | |
 | John Bell - 1797 - 458 стор.
...Stretch'd at my length beneath some blasted oak, I lean my head upon the mossy bark, And look just of a piece as I grew from it : My uncomb'd locks, matted like mistletoe, Hang o'er my hoary face ; a murm'ring brook Runs at my foot Vent. " Methinks I fancy " Myself... | |
 | John Dryden - 1808 - 436 стор.
...the mossy bark, And look just of a piece as 1 grew from it; My uncombed locks, matted like misletoe, Hang o'er my hoary face ; a murm'ring brook Runs at my foot. Vent. Methinks, I fancy Myself there too. Ant. The herd come jumping by me, And, fearless, quench their thirst, while I look... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 410 стор.
...mossy bark, And look just of a piece as I grew from it : My uncomb'd locks, matted like mistletoe, Hang o'er my hoary face ; a murm'ring brook Runs at my foot Vent. Methinks, I fancy Myself there too. Ant. The herd come jumping by me, And fearless quench their thirst while I look on,... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 416 стор.
...Stretch'd at my length beneath some blasted oak, I lean my head upon the mossy bark, And look just of a piece as I grew from it : My uncomb'd locks, matted like mistletoe, Hang o'er my hoary face ; a murm'ring brook Runs at my foot G Vent. Mcthinks, I fancy Myself... | |
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Ant. The herd come jumping by me, And, fearless, quench their thirst, while I look on, And take me for their fellow-citizen. More of this image, more; it lulls my thoughts. 
